Niall's POV


"Calm down lad. Um she'll be alright. Maybe she's just a little bit anxious to Trace." Liam chorused, fixing the stand fan to give Lalaine some air.

"Yeah. Dont leave her, Irish." Louis gave me an eye and then both of them left.



We all relaxed. Louis and Liam on the other side of the room, having some nap. And I? Never left Lalaine and glanced every part of her. She has many moles on her face. I counted them all, there are 13 moles. I giggled. I watched her rest, nt wanting to close my eyes too... We still don't have sleep since we went to Manchester yesterday.



After about some time...


"Um Niall, where am I?" Lalaine said weakly, touching her temple. I told her that she's still on the arena. I calmed her down but she refused. She's starving.


"Where are your friends, Niall? I'm starving as what my stomach says." She smiled and then stood up on the couch. "What happened to Zayn by the way?" She asked too many questions.




But before I told everything, I told her to calm down. I gave me a huge smile and then I continued. Afterwards, I let her go. She's too tough and lively.. Really a toughest fighter.. I like her.


"Zayn and Harry were on the chairs outside this room. They are talking about you." I calmly spoke and then helped her to get out of the room.



As soon as I saw them three talking, I tried to go to my couch and relax. But someone poked me on my back: Louis and Liam.


"I warned you, white boy!" Louis' blue eyes narrowed on me.

"Mate she's alright. She's with Zayn now." I protested.



Three of us peaked where they are. Harry, seriously confessing everything with his deepest thoughts. We saw Lalaine glaced on Zayn and then headed towards us fastly but quietly. -What's happening?




We left Harry talking by himself as we walked to downstairs, silently as we could. We hid on a personel room and together laughed.



"What happened?" Louis said loudly.

"It's alright mate. I fixed it up. C'mon, I know everyone's starving." Zayn grinned confidently.